"Let's say we were riding into battle," Mogey began one day as he and Smush were riding into battle. "What would be your weapon of choice?"
"Why would we be riding into battle?" Smush demanded, bouncing a sword on his knees.
"Let's say some kids down the street stole our tetherball," Mogey replied.
"Just the ball?" Smush asked. "Or the pole and rope as well?"
"It matters not!" Mogey shouted, gripping the mane of his mighty armored steed in frustration. "Just imagine it, will you? What would be your weapon of choice?"
"It's no contest," Smush answered confidently. "I'd use a Bellyacher."
"What in the world is a Bellyacher?" Mogey asked.
"A potato on rope," said Smush.
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